The child refused to speak.
Just as Shen Qingqing was about to say something, she saw the man rush over like a madman, grabbing the child and shaking him violently. "They're asking you a question, can't you hear? Hurry up and speak!"
Shen Qingqing snatched the child away and rebuked him, "Are you crazy? This is your child, not a toy!"
She shielded the child behind her and glared at the man.
The man was furious, but he dared not speak, mindful of Fu Jingshu's presence.
Shen Qingqing looked at the child, her voice gentle and calm. "If you don't want to say, it's okay. I can find out myself. But if you speak now, it can resolve the conflict, and most importantly, you won't get hit."
She glanced at the man, who was angered by her use of him to threaten the child.
But he could only be angry and not speak.
The child also glanced at his parents, fearfully shrinking his neck and whispering, "It wasn't me who bullied him, it was after I heard others... Sister Chenchen's mother..."
He cautiously looked at Shen Qingqing, not daring to say more.
"It's alright, speak," Shen Qingqing encouraged.
Seeing that Shen Qingqing wasn't angry, the little boy finally said, "She said you're promiscuous, not a good woman, and your child is a bad kid..."
Shen Qingqing's eyes narrowed abruptly.
The little boy flinched in fear.
"Tell me, who said those words?"
The little boy looked at Shen Qingqing in confusion. Her expression was calm, without a hint of anger, so he relaxed slightly and said softly, "I can't say..."
"Why?"
"She told me to keep it a secret, not to tell anyone that she said it."
Shen Qingqing's eyes flickered, and she said gently, "Do I look like the kind of person she described?"
The little boy honestly shook his head. "No."
He had bullied her child, yet she was still willing to speak for him and stop his father from hitting him. His young heart was filled with guilt and self-reproach.
If he had known she was so kind, he wouldn't have bullied Chenchen for anything.
Shen Qingqing took his hand and saw his swollen cheek, frowning slightly. "So, I won't bother a child. But I must know who this person is, so that Chenchen can avoid them. Don't you think so?"
The little boy thought about it and found it reasonable. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to her ear and whispered something.
A cold glint flashed in Shen Qingqing's eyes, and she then said, "Okay, thank you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the child's mother immediately came over, hugged her son, and looked at Shen Qingqing warily, as if she would harm the child.
Shen Qingqing didn't argue with her. She had learned what she wanted to know.
"Now, do you still want compensation from me?"
Although the child hadn't explained the fight with Chenchen, his words were enough to prove that he had initiated the trouble, not Chenchen.
Any mother would have fought back if their child was spoken to like that.
The man's face was full of embarrassment. "No, no need. We didn't raise our child well. Don't worry, we'll discipline him when we get back. And in the art class, we'll have him take good care of your child."
"That won't be necessary."
Shen Qingqing knew very well why the other party said that. It wasn't genuine repentance, but because they saw Fu Jingshu.
Children making friends was their own business, not something to be entangled with benefits.
"Sir, please don't interfere in the children's affairs from now on. As for this child, I hope you won't always scold and beat him. There are other ways to discipline children."
Now, whatever she said, the man readily agreed.
But what would happen after they returned...
Shen Qingqing didn't know, nor did she have the right to inquire. She could only say what she had to say.
The woman was about to say something more but was pulled by the man and naturally fell silent. The child, hiding behind his mother, kept peeking at Shen Qingqing.
The family of three then left.
Although the teacher didn't know Fu Jingshu's identity, she could guess something from the man's demeanor and her attitude became much more respectful. "It was my fault this time. I will be more diligent in the future and keep a close eye on these children, so that such incidents do not happen again."
Shen Qingqing was noncommittal but believed that from now on, the teacher would pay more attention.
"Chenchen has been in a bad mood recently, and the doctor said he needs rest. He won't be coming to art class for the next few days. We'll bring him back once he's rested."
"Yes, yes, I'm truly sorry about this."
The teacher was overjoyed that they were still willing to send their child.
Even if she were foolish, she knew this man's identity was not ordinary. If she could retain the child of such a parent, it would certainly be beneficial to their art class.
After they left, Fu Jingshu asked, "Why are you still sending the child here?"
He didn't believe his wife couldn't see through the teacher's calculations.
Shen Qingqing said calmly, "This incident was clearly caused by someone secretly plotting against us. If this person intends to deal with us, the child will not be safe anywhere."
"What was the name you asked about?" Fu Jingshu's eyes darkened.
"I'm not telling you."
"Hmm?"
Shen Qingqing gave him a playful glare. "If you were to handle it, how boring would that be? The one who was hurt was me, so this person must be dealt with by me personally. Also, you are not allowed to interfere in this matter."
A helpless look flashed in Fu Jingshu's eyes. "Alright, then you handle it. But do I have the right to know who it is?"
Shen Qingqing revealed, "He said the child's name is Ning Zhizhi."
"Ning..."
A thoughtful expression crossed Fu Jingshu's face.
"You've thought of it too?" Shen Qingqing felt that their marital telepathy was undeniable; he must have thought of the same person she had.
Children have no ill intentions. Even if they do, it's mostly taught by adults.
Fu Jingshu said coldly, "I'll have someone investigate."
"No, I have my own way."
Shen Qingqing looked out the window, a hint of amusement on her lips.
If it was truly her, then this time, she would definitely give that person a lesson they would never forget!
Fu Jingshu looked at her profile, his eyes filled with doting. He no longer insisted on teaching that person a lesson for her, as his wife's methods were no less than his.
He glanced at his wife's shoulder.
Revenge was best served by one's own hand.
In the evening, Shen Qingqing drove to the art studio building. It was five o'clock, the end of art class. She turned off the car engine and stayed in the driver's seat, watching the entrance of the art class.
Many children left with their parents. Soon, the child from the afternoon emerged.
His cheeks were still red and swollen, but his expression seemed normal. He was a lively child. Shen Qingqing propped her chin with one hand, watching him put on his backpack and run towards a little girl.
The little girl was wearing a princess dress, like a little princess, pink and adorable.
"Ning Zhizhi!"
Shen Qingqing, who had just rolled down her car window, heard the child shout the name. Her hand paused. She looked around again, but no one was approaching Ning Zhizhi.
Just then, her phone rang. She looked down and saw it was from her father.
[The antidote will be ready in ten days. I'll have someone deliver it to you.]
[Okay.]